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Viktor glanced up from playing with Makkachin for just a moment as the music changed after a while and a familiar song came on. His lips twitched into a small, fond smile, and he sat back on his heels and looked up at Yuuri. His husband was still curled up on the couch, his dark hair fluffy from being towel-dried, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose a bit as he focused on his book. In the warm golden light cast by the lamp on the table next to him he looked soft, graceful, beautiful.

Viktor’s heart swelled with affection, and he unconsciously pressed one hand to his chest for just a moment. Even after being married for two years, Yuuri could still take his breath away.

“You know, we danced to this song at the banquet in Sochi,” Viktor said softly.

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Victor’s not entirely sure how he ended up at the front of the classroom, Yuuri’s hands clasped with his, and exchanging wedding vows, but here he is. Yuuri’s really cute though, so maybe this isn’t that bad?

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Yuuri dreams about his last competition a lot. How could he not when it changed his life so viscerally.

In his dreams, it’s always falling. It’s never hitting the ground, because Yuuri knows what happens when he hits the ground – torn ACL, mild concussion and a nasty bruise on his head that had lasted for weeks. It’s never the pain he’s afraid of in his dreams, Yuuri’s well used to pain.

It’s the act of falling, the promise of pain and failure. It’s what falling means. It haunts Yuuri, even now when the bruise on his head is completely gone and his knee is slowly healing.

(Or: Yuuri struggles with being forced into retirement by an injury, Victor struggles with getting Yuuri to talk about it, and they still love each other through all of it.)

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Oddly enough, it’s when Yuuri says his full name that Viktor feels a shiver run down his spine. Affectionate nicknames are sweet and fun, but there’s something about the way Yuuri says his name that makes it special; with a particular gravity, like he’s keeping it safe in his mouth or something. Viktor is a skater and not a poet, but sometimes Yuuri makes him want to be.

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The long-hyped Viktuuri Baby is almost here. University is almost over. Viktor and Yuuri are on top of the world this season, and plan to stay there.

Yuri's staying where he is, too, only he's frustrated with it. Being king of the world in Juniors is not the same as being king of the world in seniors. Yuri's being held back by his age, and he's so ready to be done with it.

―― この作品は、lily_winterwoodさん、MapleTreewayさんによる作品 Beside the Dancing Sea の日本語翻訳版です。This work is japanese translation of "Beside the Dancing Sea" by lily_winterwood-san, MapleTreeway-san. Thank you so much!

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Yuri's theme is officially about going through his teenage years. Privately, it's about heroes and pining. It's time for his first public performance of his routine - will this bring people together or push them apart?

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In a world full of humans who cannot use magic, there were wizards called Magi that secretly live in society. They can control one of the four elements- water, earth, fire, and air. Unfortunately, the differences between the two species were terrible enough to create a great rift between them. After a great and terrible war, the winning species had driven the other into near extinction, with the remaining survivors going into hiding. While it’s no secret that the Magi were still out there, there was a bounty on each of their heads.

Katsuki Yuuri was a Magus. He happened to be a Water Magus, commonly known as an undine. Unlike the rest of his family though, he specialized in ice magic. It wasn’t a surprise when he grew to become Japan’s leading figure skater, when he grew on the ice himself.

But it was a surprise when his long-time idol, Viktor Nikiforov, becomes his coach, and later his fiancé. Unfortunately, all of this happened with Viktor not knowing that he was a Magus. They’ve now moved in together in St. Petersburg, and still, the secret is there. How long is it before Yuuri tells his future husband the truth? And how will Viktor react when Yuuri finally tells him?

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AU where Yuuri signs up for a dating site on a whim. It was a novelty, really, just a silly thing he came across while clicking through a few skating sites. A blind dating website that lets you enter preferences and automatically and directly matches you with someone that fits those preferences? It was stupid, wasn’t it?

Turns out no, it was the best decision he made in his life. It just... takes him a bit to realise that. A younger Yuuri and a younger Victor interact online and it turns out to be just what both of them needed.

After a year and a half juggling between wedding preparations and competitions, honeymoon time has finally come for Yuuri and Viktor. One entire month during which they'll get to see the world and its treasures, have new experiences, face travel hiccups and cherish each other's existence.

A peaceful, bright journey, without a single cloud on the horizon... if it weren't for the secret Viktor is hiding.

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In which Victor leaves behind an existence of underground crime in a world of hatred and death in order dedicate himself to supporting his hard-working boyfriend, and discovers Yuuri's world of love and life by discovering what it means to love and to live.

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Coffee shop AU

Yuri Katsuki never advanced to becoming a skater but it never left his heart. After going to school in Detroit, he returned home to open up a cafe for his town and tourists coming to visit his parents hot springs.

He still had a background spot in the world of skating teaching his best friend Phichit choreography for his own skating.

Viktor was about to reach the age of 30. Already retiring the year before, he was side coaching Yuri to prepare himself for his next career of becoming a skating coach.

He knew that a foreigner had inspired choreography for Yuri's performance but didn't know he actually was the one that planned it. Viktor wanted to meet this mysterious person and ask why they never pursued skating.